We played "If it flies, it dies" today.

John, Heather, a bunch of guys from Eatonville and I went up pleasant valley to go shooting, that’s a hell of a hill climb, off road, but The New Truck (It’s not named yet) did fine. We only had 100 shotgun shells, so the fun didn’t last long. When the shotgun shells ran out we shot .22s for a while. Then we decided it was too cold up there and came home. Used up around 17 gallons of gas, so now I’ve thoroughly cleaned that fuel system.

The New Truck is very comfortable to ride in, with three people in the front seat, me being one, JP being one, and Heather the third. Not sure what it is, but the three of us fit much better in The New Truck than in Red (the old truck)

So the Stupor Bowl is totally unexciting, as predicted. Even the commercials are pretty lame.

Jeff -- you’re "Fat Kid II," as Brad is "Fat Kid"
Get used to it, I think it’s genetic. And really, you could be called (and be, for that matter) worse.

Jeff Foxworthy "You might be a redneck" daily calender for today:

You might be a redneck if.....
You’ve never been conscious at the end of a Super Bowl